Be patient with me

I listen, I see New words, new things. Absorbing sponge End result of your time. The ancient, once prayed: “Be patient with me” And so, I ask today It is nurture I need. Being sawn, many seeds In both, heart and intellect These memories and knowledge Will flourish one day. Right now, random stories Meaningless to some But I’m slowly building My body of work.

© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014

And then you were five

There were long winter days,

Waiting for you

The body coped ok

We couldn’t wait to see you

And then, there you were

Your tiny presence, amazed

Being weighed and checked

Every hour, needing care

Our house evolved

First nappies, then toys

Fluffy animals, dolls

Every room, was yours

Before our eyes you grow up

A schoolgirl in true form

Readers, pencils

and homework all-round

It’s challenging and exciting

To see you like this

Learning, experiencing

Life at five years of age.

© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014